Stupidity Hole

And so it goes into another evening and in that evening things turn around and spin and it all blurs and smears in a way that expresses that which is not but only can be, but only when it no longer has.

Twists and turns contort themselves into elliptical shapes and all that can be will now once more be no longer, but how that reaches this and this reaches that is something that cannot be uncovered within a few mere words. However, what must be will be and what must not might just anyway. If there was ever a time for that, then that time is apparent.

Perhaps it is only verily so but not always, but when you angle the light just right it shows you exactly how, but only how and neither when nor where, and some might consider that to be a bit of an issue for a number of reasons. What those reasons are number from the first to the last and between those is a defined range of reasons ordered in a way that shows that they are reasons, though of course not all reasons hold weight but you can’;t always ask them to do so as there can be a lot to carry and there is only so much reasoning at any given time at any given moment. However, what is contained within those moments could reveal all in a way that says nothing, but you  get it along the way and as you get it you catch it and as you catch it you might just thrash it and that’s not something that you want to do as thrashing could lead to changing the reasons and then you’ve not what you wanted.

Perhaps what you wanted is not what you wanted and it is something you weren’t even aware of. However, this is not pertinent to the task at hand and as the shadows crawl across unexplored valleys, and the pristine changes to the defiled we must find another way to look and say “Yes, there is a forward direction”, and we say this with conviction when we say this as it is something that must be said knowing that there is a confidence behind what is said, and that there also is a certainty. It is that certainty that carries through the generations that lie ahead, but we need them to get up as lying on the ground is uncomfortable for a lot of people and we want them to be comfortable as all collapses in on itself as knowing knows not knowing is something not to know.

I do fear that we have hit an impasse, but there are ways around that snake themselves into a knot of ties and so the way around goes around itself, leading to much of not much and yet everything. It’s all there and it is contained within itself, and it seems to be content, but perhaps that is the length of its extent.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:57

Ran out of steam a bit early into this but I kept going. Not sure if that was the best idea. Maybe it was.

Written at home.